At this time, the domineering true qi in Fan Xian's body had already reacted on its own, and it was densely covered with a layer on his back, but the wooden stick came too fast, and it actually "pierced" all the strength into it before the true qi reacted!

The reason why the word piercing is used is because the owner of this stick is like a straight line, and all the power is concentrated on the point at the tip of the stick.

Fan Xian let out an extremely suppressed cry of pain, although the young man's body had true qi as an obstacle, it was also painful to the bone marrow, and his whole body shrank up.

One moment he was still curled up on the ground in pain, and the next moment his little hand propped up on the stone under his feet, and the whole person rolled up with the momentum of the retraction just now, and kicked viciously in the back!

Anyone who sees a beautiful young man kick out with such a sinister kick will also feel fear. But in response to him, it was just a simple "snap!"

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Fan Xian half-knelt on the ground, touching his ankle with his hand, rubbing it constantly, inhaling cold air in his mouth, and twisting his painful eyebrows.

He knew that it was useless for him to beg for mercy, which had been proven by experience for several years, so he just stared at the blind man standing three meters away, and kept thinking in his heart - according to the agreement with him, as long as he hit the other party, even if it was the corner of the clothes, he would win, and then he could have a month's vacation.

But after being flattened for a few years, Fan Xian has never been able to touch the other party's body. On the one hand, it is because Wuzhu's movements always seem very ghostly, silent, and the speed is quite fast, and what is especially terrifying is that his movements have no warning at all, and it is completely impossible to judge in advance through information such as the slight side of his shoulder and the angle of the afterglow.

The second aspect is the inconspicuous wooden stick in Wuzhu's hand - whenever Fan Xian tried everything to exhaust his true qi and was about to get close to Wuzhu's body, that stick would hit his wrists, ankles, and even fingers like a claw stretched out from the underworld.

There was no breaking, only pain, unbearable pain.

And what made Fan Xian puzzled the most was that no matter how he hid his voice, in such a roar of waves hitting stones, Wuzhu, who was covered with a black cloth, could still clearly find his position, and the wooden stick in his hand had never missed.

"Oops, yes, yes......" hit the wrist with a stick, Fan Xian sang in pain, singing the tone of Peking Opera, prolonging his voice, and avoiding the ruthless blind man from afar.

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A nameless little yellow flower on the cliff shrank and bloomed.

Fan Xian lay on the edge of the cliff weakly, at this time the sea under the cliff had returned to calm, and a belt of golden light slowly flowed in the sunlight, and the reef that had been washed by the waves finally had some time to be alone, and began to dry slowly, and some crustaceans also climbed up, like small black dots.

Touching the sore spots on his body, he checked the condition in his body, and found that the true qi in his body was in a very calm state because part of it was sucked into the snow-capped mountain behind his waist, and the other part was consumed because he had to resist the constant stick blows...... It's like the tranquil sea in front of you.

He knew that resting in such a situation would not be beneficial to his cultivation, so he struggled to get up against the soreness all over his body, sat cross-legged, and began to run the method of the Domineering Scroll, glancing at Wuzhu who was standing coldly on the edge of the cliff with the rest of his eyes.

The black cloth covering Wuzhu's eyes was whirring in the sea breeze.

"It's really cool, not pretending to be cool. Fan Xian quietly commented on this blind man in his heart, and asked softly, "Uncle, beware of falling." ”

Wuzhu is such a powerful character, naturally he will not die innocently because of falling off the cliff, Fan Xian is just talking nonsense.

"Don't get distracted. ”

Wuzhu dropped such a cold sentence and ignored him.

Fan Xian sighed in his heart, began to calm down, and entered a state of meditation. I don't know how long it took, he woke up in the sea breeze and found that the sun in the sky had shifted its direction, but Wuzhu not far away still maintained that stable posture, in the sea breeze, like a big flag that would never be cut off.

He stood up and found that his physical condition had indeed recovered, his true qi was becoming more and more abundant, and his sense of impact on the meridians was much weaker. Although there is still some soreness in the muscles and ankles and wrists, after returning home, I rubbed it with the medicinal wine I prepared, and it was naturally fine.

In the slightly fishy sea breeze, he walked to the edge of the cliff and stood side by side with Wuzhu, but he was much shorter than Wuzhu. Pick up a stone and throw it into the sea. At this time, the true qi in his body was strong, causing his current strength to be much greater than that of ordinary people, and the stone flew far away and fell into the sea, only splashing small splashes that were almost invisible to the naked eye.

He was a little satisfied with his strength, thinking that even those martial arts masters might not have such a strong arm strength as himself, looking at the magnificent blue waves in front of him, looking at the free birds flying in the sky, the qi in his body was pulled by the external environment, and his spirit couldn't help but lift up, he opened his arms and roared loudly at the sea.

This roar is to vent his frustration, his nostalgia for the original world, his love for this world, and the feeling of being trapped in the beast that he has not had the courage to leave Tangzhou.

"Kyoto, Lao Tzu is coming someday!"

Wuzhu didn't seem to hear his roar, still standing quietly.

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"What are you going to do?"

Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, only to know that it was Uncle Wuzhu, who cherished words like gold, and finally opened his mouth to ask himself, so he couldn't help but smile and replied, "Naturally, I went to see what the world was like." ”

"The outside world is dangerous. Wuzhu still didn't look back and said coldly.

Fan Xian shrugged his thin shoulders, and looked a little funny: "Uncle Wuzhu protects me, what are you afraid of?"

"After Miss and came out, I forgot something. Wuzhu's always steady words suddenly paused, "So there are many people in this world who can hurt me, and naturally they can hurt you."

"Uncle is modest. Fan Xian smiled sweetly, thinking that in this still strange world, I would be a bodyguard with a strong man like you, if you want to be a shopkeeper, what should I do.

"If I'm by your side in Kyoto, I'll cause you trouble. ”

Fan Xian raised his head, looked at the blind Wuzhu's face that seemed to be expressionless forever, thought about it, and replied a little embarrassed: "I will protect you." ”

After hearing this, Wuzhu finally turned around, "stared" at Fan Xian's eyes very seriously, and said, "This sentence...... Miss also said. ”

Fan Xian smiled, it seems that his shamelessness is really a bit of the legacy of an old lady.